I decided to keep sharing, after all. <3
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It’s the day after he takes my virginity. We’re both in bed, I’m slipping in and out of sleep, John keeps me in his arms, holding me as I rest my head on his chest. I feel more than safe.
I wake up again with the sound of rain and the smell of cigarette smoke. He’s fully awake now, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only black boxers. I’m completely naked and when he notices I’m awake, lying on my stomach, he puts the cigarette out and leans over me, brushes the hair out of my face and plants a kiss on my cheek, says “Good morning, Sweetheart” and then playfully smacks my ass cheek. I yelp and giggle, curse him out as he chuckles.
I head over to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth. When I come back he hasn’t moved from his spot and is eyeing me like a hawk. I play it cool, but make sure to stretch my arms up so he can get a perfect view, especially of my breasts.
When I approach the bed he’s got this stupid grin on his face that makes me smile in return. “What?” I ask, but he shakes his head and reaches to hold my wrist and bring me down. I’m on my knees on the bed, in front of him, and he gives me a long, hard kiss, his hand on the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair.
I know he’s feeling smug but it’s not in an annoying way, which is moe than appreciated. When the kiss ends I tell him I need to go home and he shakes his head again, says no no no, and tells me that I’m staying.
I don’t complain, I just tease a bit, ask him what would I gain from staying while he makes room for me to sit between his legs, my back resting on his torso. He laughs, ‘plenty of love, Sweetheart’ is the corny answer.
I don’t have much time to say anything back because he’s kissing me again. It’s dangerous to get lost in his kisses. Even when it’s completely innocent, whenever I get his mouth on mine now I get weak on the knees. I think of him eating me out, filling me up and I just lose control.
My lips are already red and slightly puffy when we break apart, my breathing a little bit hard. I feel that warmth again, and when he whispers in my ear a shiver runs down my spine.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, and his tone is so low, so engaging and rough. He’s got his arms wrapped around me, right hand snaking down my stomach, just past my belly button.
I tell him I’m great, just a little sore. I’m quick to add that it’s a good kind of sore because I don’t want him to feel guilty or something. I was the one who kept my mouth shut about being a virgin, after all.
He says he can help me with the soreness, his hand now on my pussy, fingers teasing my clit, rubbing it in slow, circular motions, making me squirm a little in his arms and breathe out a low “Really?”. He smiles, talented tongue tracing the shell of my ear as he increases the friction of his hands, presses his fingers down on me a little harder, making me moan.
My chest is rising and falling, mouth slightly open, my nipples are hard already from the cool chill of his room and the excitment I feel.
He slides his fingers down, teases my little wet hole and then inserts one, slowly, only to insert the second one soon after. He starts moving them in and out of me in a good, steady rhytm, and I’m grinding against him, feeling him getting hard behind me.
“So wet for me already,” he says. “Such a good girl.”
I can’t barely speak again, he’s just so good, it all feels so good. Please is all I can muster, throwing my arms up around his neck. He chuckles, licks a stripe on the side of my neck and then bites down on it, never once stopping the movement of his fingers.
I’m right at the edge, soaking wet and when my breathing gets heavy, he stops. He slips his fingers out of me, runs them up my body until it reaches my lips and I get the hint, get them in my mouth, I lick them clean, tasting myself, making a show of it. He enjoys my lack of inibition, likes it so much he turns me around so I’m facing him. His tongue on mine, unashamed, his hands firmly placed on my hips now.
I think maybe this is an invitation for me to climb on his lap but he guides me down on the bed again. My back on the mattress, he’s a tall man so he towers over me.
I said in my first post that I get red whenever I get a little bit excited. I have a pale complexion so it’s evident every damn time. But this is the first time I actually blush. I don’t know why exactly. It’s the way his face is so close, his blue eyes looking right into mine, I feel like I’m on display in the most wonderful way. He brings a hand to caress my face, his thumb slides down along my cheek and stops at my lips.
I’ve known him for a while. He’s had a horrible childhood, he’s the kind of guy who can be an asshole but you know he’s got a good heart. I’ve always felt close to him, connected somehow, but I had no idea he could be so sweet. He looks at me as if I’m made of something else. As if he’s trying to let me know he’s there with me, truly. I’m not a conquest.
To this day I keep it a secret how much that actually means to me, scared that if I ever tell him then fate will crumble down on us.
He kisses me without missing a beat. My heart, however, skips several.
He doesn’t stop, not even when he pulls down his boxers. I help him by sliding them down with my feet and he kicks them away. I want to touch him, get him on my mouth again, but he just smirks at me.
Holding his cock, he teases me, rubs his cock all over my pussy and then slides in in a slow thrust. I arch my back, I’m still a little sore and it stings a bit but it subsides quicklyl. He holds himself there, still, giving me time. I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts to move. A steady, careful pace, building up the rhythm. He drives me crazy when he lifts his hips enough to slip out and then get back inside me in one hard thrust.
That’s how it goes. Slow, tentative, gentle but strong. “You okay?” he asks and I melt and nod and he buries his face on my neck, fastens the pace a little, thrusts into me, goes all the way in, and it’s like all the cells in my body combine to send me into some sort overdrive. The overwhelming sensition of giving myself to him completely evident in my own movements, my breathless pleas. He goes faster, grunts as I cling to him and dig my nails into his skin, moaning loud, hazy and lost in him.
Suddenly he stops, gives me one hard kiss and slips out, “C’me Here,” he says, readjusts himself on the bed, sitting up with his legs stretched out and his back against the headboard. He pulls me right on his lap.
I grab his cock, give it a few strokes to watch him close his eyes and groan and then I waste no time sitting down on his cock. His hands snake down my waist to squeeze my ass and everything is absolutely perfect. The new angle is amazing to me, and I begin to rock my hips, a bit hesitant, trying to find a rhythm. He helps me, guides me, brings me to him every time I roll my hips back and forth.
I place my hands on his shoulders for some balance and he leans in to play with my breasts, one hand still on my ass, the other one sneaking up to hold the back of my neck while his mouth works on one breast for a while, tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking on it. I throw my head back and move faster. He’s so deep and I’m so wet, and it gets so good that I start to clench and unclench around him. He stops everything he’s doing to grunt and moan, eyes closed for a second and then looking at me. He kisses me, bends his knees, plants his feet on the mattress and starts pouding into me, thrusting up fast and hard and I cry out in the middle of the kiss, I can’t even move anymore, he’s holding me steady, fucking me so good, his cock in and out of me in desperation, his fingers digging deep into my skin.
He pulls me even closer, we’re skin to skin, my breasts pressed against his chest, my forehead on his, his eyes locked on mine once more, our mouths open as we try to breathe through it all, his thrusts erratic and lovely at the same time.
“Gonna come for me, won’t you?” he says and I can’t answer, I can’t do anything but take it. “Gonna come all over my cock.”
His voice is like a trigger, I’m so close, I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes, I feel right at the edge, just a little more and I’m over it. I manage to breathe out a low please, and he reaches down with his hand, rubs my clit while pounding into me and makes me scream. I come all over his cock like he asked me to, and I’m still riding that high when his thrusts grow desperate and then he goes groans and goes still, fills me up again.
I slump against him, my head resting on his shoulder, and he runs a hand up and down my back. We’re trying to catch our breaths, my heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest, we’re both sweaty and spent, but lost in some kind of bliss.
He asks me how I’m doing, I say I’m fine. I find some courage to move and look at him; He smiles at me, brushes a few strands of hair out of my face. I give him a lazy kiss and he brings me down on the matress, slipping out of me in the process. He’s on his back, and I’m curled against him like a cat. He’s got one arm around me and I’m using his chest as a pillow.
I want to tell him that I still want to taste him, but the way he holds me lets me know that I’ll have plenty of time for that.
It’s still raining outside and I start to doze off again, tired and glowing. Already completly in love but that last part I keep it to myself. At least for now.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7t89va/some_kind_of_sugar_high_fm
Nice job! Felt like I was there… almost.